Page 12 of Thon

“Can I touch?” She asks, glancing up at Thon’s face only long enough to mark the tight control he’s exerting over himself.

“Yes.”

So stilted. Krista will endeavor to make him less so. She reaches down to curl her fingers around the sheath, finding the skin dry and velvety soft. It glides easily over the mysterious cock beneath, and as she tightens her hold and pushes upward, the slit widens and splits, allowing an enormous head to pop free.

On contact with the air, it begins weeping in earnest, pulsing rhythmically into his pants. Krista looks up at him, quickly. “You aren’t already—”

Thon presses his lips together and shakes his head. Gods above, if this isn’t ejaculation, what doesthataffair look like? He’s slicking Krista’s hand with his slippery precome, or lubricant, or whatever it is, and so, holding the sheath back, she runs a curious thumb over the head.

The Harkurian jerks in her grip, sucking a harsh breath through his teeth.

“Sorry. Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“More, then?”

His cock spurts happily in response. “Yes.”

Okay, so he is abitdifferent down here, definitely wetter, and the flared ridge of his glans has a different shape to it, more pronounced than a Human male’s, and scalloped at the edge. The biggest difference, though, is farther along the shaft, which darkens as Krista gets her other hand down there to carefully roll his thick sheath back. The cock inside is completely different in texture, muscular and heavily veined—more like an internal organ than an external one. The light green tip is lightly pebbled, but the texture changes with the color, tiny, countless nodes growing larger and darker, nearly black, as they reach the base.

“Gods,” she whispers.

“This is normal. For a Harkurian.”

Oops. Over her head somewhere, her Harkurian is breathless, but lack of oxygen doesn’t quite cover the sound of his concern. She leans back so that he can see the weird combination of shock and elation that ought to be on her face.

“What are they?” Krista breathes, her voice dipping lower.

“For locking into a mate. It helps the seed take.”

Krista isn’t sure what that means, exactly, but her science brain isn’t fully checked in right now. She can feel her heart pounding so hard in her chest that her head swims, barely believing that she’s here, slicking the insides of her thighs at the prospect of putting this green mountain of an alien between them. It requires awidestance. Thon’s lap is enormous and Krista feels the pull split her pussy open as she straddles Thon.

She looks down between them, thinking she will need to pull his sheath down again, but it’s caught behind some of the pebbling at the base of the shaft. They appear to have swollen. “These get bigger?”

Thon shifts slightly beneath her. “I told you it’s … different.”

“Doallof them get bigger?”

Thon stares. He’s dark in the face again, arousal or embarrassment getting the better of his circulation. “Most."

"Mm." Wow. That'll be a snug fit. Krista brushes her fingertips over his lips. “Do you want to watch it go in?”

Thon releases a choking breath in place of an answer, but that’s okay. Krista pulls the front of his coat open, revealing the full length of her body to his eyes. The Harkurian's nostrils flare as the full brunt of her scent hits him and he reaches for her, his pupils are blown so wide that she cannot see his green-amber irises, only jet-black pits of primal arousal.

A huge pair of work-roughened hands settle at Krista’s hips, resting just inside the open edges of the coat. He looks at her with helpless lust, his eyes beseeching.

“Here. Like this.” Krista places her hands over his, guiding them both up her rib cage, then forward, over her breasts. She squeezes and he squeezes with her, and Krista feels her pussy clench on empty air at the reminder of the strength in his hands. She leaves him to do his own awed exploring, reaching lower to spread herself wider. Slowly, she dips a finger inside, hearing the Harkurian’s breath stutter as she pulls the glistening digit back out again for him to see.

“Looks as though I like Harkurian penis just fine.”

Muttering something quietly in his language, Thon sways forward and catches her whole finger in his mouth, his chest rumbling as he growls—actuallygrowls—low and threatening and inhuman. If Krista ever hears a sound like this in another context she’ll be inclined to back away carefully. As it happens, though, her Harkurian-loving pussy just floods with more slick. Krista sweeps Thon’s coat behind her, sinking down to meet the slippery head of his cock. “Well, let’s see how well we fit.”

“Krista,” he rumbles, though her name sounds more like a plea. His grip on her hips tightens like it takes everything in him not to just drag her down and take her.

“Yes,” she promises, her voice shaking. As they both watch, a small, circular motion works her entrance around him, but the head isn’t even in yet and she can already feel the stretch. Then he pulses inside of her, coating her insides in searing bursts of liquid heat, and the flared head pops in.

Krista nearly comes without her clit being touched.

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